The end is near....

OK - so he called. Mr. YomKippur picked me up and we went to this cool Tapas restaurant - Snakes and Matadors or something - right on H-wood blvd. Very cool place and as soon as we walked in there was a 7 foot tall host who was particularly bitchy. I told him we didn't want to sit right next to another party and he looks right at Mr. YK and says "You're going to have trouble with her tonight" We laughed it off and then sat at our own section - meanwhile a few minutes later a party of two came and when they were joined by their friend she ended up sitting practically in my lap..so much for personal space! He ordered the cheapest glass of wine -even after the waitress said she wouldn't drink it if it was the end of the night of heavy drinking and I ordered the $10.00 glass - hey I'm all about good wine and was willing to pay for it if need be.

Let me rewind. It has been over a month since he showed up at my house and the picture of him on his website is so small it is hard to see what he looks like, so I was nervous-partly(I must admit) because when he called me on the phone on my way to work - his voice sounded all high and girly - not exactly a big turn on in my book. I walked down to the gate and he was on the phone and didn't even watch me come down the steps in anticipation of being in my presence (is that requiring too much from my date?) He looked scruffy and thrown together - but still pretty good lookin. He made a comment on my fancy outfit (I went with my boobalicious silver dress over black pants with my grandmas multiple pearl choker and great vintage high heels.) He drives a beat up BMW - which I think is kind of sexy in an I don't care what you think of my ride - I'm an artist kind of way.

Back to the restaurant - we are having fun and not really looking at the menu - which is eclectic tapas for sure - much more authentic I think than Toro - sorry. I am flirting with the waitress more than he is - which is fine since he was being kind of an ass about the wine so I was trying to make nice. He ordered for us - which I think is sexy - I like a man that takes charge at the dinner table - it is a precursor to other places where he may take charge! We ordered grilled octopus and a beet salad, sardines(he insisted on eating my head to be a gentleman - isn't that cute?) and some baked goat cheese. It was fun - he ate most of the food and I just leaned over to listen to his stories and let him bask in the glow of my fabulous breasts in my lucky bra!

After dinner we went to the Viper Room where his friends from Toronto were playing - their band was pretty good - and during the whole thing - he was regaling me with tales of conspiracy and corruption. This guy had soaked in every conspiracy on the net and taken it to heart. We were talking about Armageddon and it was starting to creep me out. We did spend a lot of the time sneaking looks at each other and smiling and having some laughs at the other bands. The guys right after his friends were so horrible - everyone was standing there slack-jawed and the drummer stood up, stopped drumming and gave everyone in the audience the finger and said "Fuck you assholes!" They were a pretty angry bunch for people who were smoking some stanky ass weed behind the curtain before they went on stage! When we went downstairs there was a hermaphrodite in a Russian sailor hat playing the acoustic guitar and singing in falsetto. It was time to leave. When we passed by the Apoctolypto billboard on the way home he mentioned how the Mayans and the Incans both ended their calendars at 2012 - giving us little more than five years left before the whole shit hole goes up in flames (JM). It was a lot to take - tales of pedophilia and abuse - intense to say the least. I almost wanted to shout - time is running out - take me with you on your travels - lets go around the world and just be naked together screw our careers! But I just sat there in the car as we sat in my driveway and nodded in awe. By 1:30 I was tired and said so. I opened the door and leaned in for what I thought was going to be a peck on the cheek - he turned and gave me his lips, but it wasn't magical like I thought - just a peck. Very demure. Better that way I think since he abhors LA and wants to go back to London. I am back to my pg self and it sure feels a hell of a lot better the next day than being a whore! Today he emailed me a screenplay of his - I am well aware that for him I am more of a contact than a love interest - but last night at dinner he told me that he likes to leave the possibility of passion open with everyone and if it sticks, it sticks. The script was a love story set in Paris - to me it was more about a shared, shallow lust between three different couples, but maybe that's just me. It was still hot. He asked me to write some notes on it. Crossing the line? Who knows - we're all going to be dead in six years anyway so who cares? na-na